C169 Prince Consort of the Dragon Race.

Once again, it was that gray and misty area. Jian Wushuang's figure continuously floated down and a feeling of waking up from sleep came over him.

After an unknown amount of time, Jian Wushuang's consciousness returned to the Back Hill of his clan.

The sky was bright, and the morning sun had already turned a golden hue. It hung in the east, sprinkling its light upon the world